Fog River

Xinghai Racing Club.

The cold wind wrapped the snow and blew across the lake, and the staff in orange overalls were cleaning the frosted track.

The elevated bonfire of iron stove standing beside the track blazes with the wind, burning all the fallen snow in this dark night.

Bian Yan was wearing a black and white racing suit and parked the motorcycle outside the club, but the phone rang just as he took off his helmet and put it in his pocket. Finally connected.

As soon as the phone was connected to the line, Zhuo Fan's furious roar exploded from the loudspeaker: "Bian hates you, are you fucking sick! Bian Guan is just a lunatic, why are you messing around with him! Come back to me quickly, you... "

"Zhuofan, don't worry." Bian Yan listened for a while, then said calmly, "It's fine."

"It's all right, that's the border club, who knows what tricks they will use, you are really trying to die, you..."

Bian Yan hung up the phone without waiting for Zhuo Fan to finish speaking, and then turned off the phone and locked it in the car trunk before he called in again.

There is no need to say more about many things, everyone has their own choices, and it cannot be stopped.

Bianguan Biancheng doesn't do much in business, but has a lot of experience in eating, drinking and having fun. The most famous one is this outdoor racing club, which is built directly on the peninsula by the river. The luxurious super long track inside has attracted many people Racing enthusiasts.

Bian Yan handed the membership card to the receptionist at the door, and soon someone came down and took him into the innermost VIP lounge.

There were not many people inside, but they were all acquaintances. Seeing Bian Yan come in, Nie Hao shook his wine glass and whistled at him.

"Long time no see, ex-brother-in-law." Nie Hao watched Bian Yan walk in and smiled at him.

Bian Yan ignored him, directly took out the racing driver's license from his pocket and put it on the glass table, and said to Bian Guan: "Just go through the process."

"In such a hurry?" Bian Guan crossed Erlang's legs and pointed at Bian Yan's driver's license with his toes, "There's no need for this thing."

Having said that, Bianguan crushed out the cigarette butt, stood up and said with the walkie-talkie: "Take off the cloth."

As soon as Bianguan's words fell, the spotlights outside the venue instantly turned on, and the dazzling white light hit the eyelashes through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making Bian's eye sockets sore.

"Bian Yan," Bian Guan suddenly walked to the side, with a smile in his lowered voice, "Does that car look familiar to you?"

Bian Yan blinked to adapt to the strong light, and in the transition between shadow and light, a familiar car figure slowly crashed into his eyes.

That is, the go-kart that his father modified for him.

Bian Yan's hand holding the helmet was clenched suddenly, and he frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Bian Guan sneered, walked to the window and knocked on the vehicle: "I said, use your sinful start to end all of this. When I was 12 years old, my dad gave us a modified go-kart, and 12 years old Your mother crashed my house with a car when I was [-] years old. I don’t need anything else, just use this go-kart.”

"Look, karma reincarnation."

Bian Yan and the twins have similar birthdays, just a few months away, and the modified go-kart is just a birthday present from their father when they were three and 12 years old.

At first, Bian Yan thought it was a unique gift, but after he returned to Bian's house, he realized that the gift was as cheap as wholesale, with the same color and shape, and even the blessing engraved on the steering wheel was different. Unchanged.

Bian Yan has seen this car for a long time, he never thought that it would be in Bian Guan's hands.

Bian Yan felt a very complicated emotion in his heart, he took a slow breath, and then replied in the white mist he exhaled: "Okay, just use this."

Go-karts are no different than other racing cars. They don’t need a racing driver’s license, and novices can drive them very well. However, the go-kart modified by my dad has more horsepower and is more competitive.

After Bian Yan signed the waiver of liability, he followed Bian Guan and the others to the venue. When they arrived, professional coaches were helping them check the car.

Seeing the border gate approaching, the person in charge immediately stepped forward and said, "Boss, the vehicles have been checked and there is no problem."

Bian Guan put on the driver's uniform, looked at Bian Guan while wearing the helmet, and said, "You check it again yourself?"

"No need, just come on." Bian Yan put on his helmet and got on the go-kart on horseback.

He knew what Bianguan was thinking, and he would not tamper with the car.

After getting into the car, Yan adjusted his helmet and fastened his seat belt, but just as he was about to step on the gas pedal, one hand pressed down on his chest.

Bian Yan turned his head to look, it was Nie Hao.

"Bian Yan," Nie Hao leaned down to look directly into Bian Yan's eyes through the psychedelic eye mask, and said word by word, "My sister will bless you."

After speaking, Nie Hao let go and got up, stood back on the steps, condescendingly waved to the side with a disgusted smile.

Bian Yan tightened his hands on the steering wheel, puffed out his chest subconsciously, and was relieved only when he felt the hardness in his chest and waist. He glanced at Nie Hao, stepped on the accelerator and drove into the race car without saying anything road.

The strong back push made Bianyan rush forward, but the seat belt pulled him back violently and pressed him into the seat.

Go-karts are easy to master, even if they haven’t been driven for a long time, they still feel the same after a lap.

Familiarize yourself with the track for two laps. After the two laps, you will go back to the starting point. By the time you get there, Bianguan is already waiting there.

The referee walked to the middle of the car with a whistle in his mouth, pressed the handle of the car from left to right, and said, "It's different from usual, the winner will be determined in three laps, no problem."

Bianguan's voice came from the helmet: "No problem."

The fewer laps the better, Bian Yan also nodded, and while the assistant referee pulled the flag, Bian Yan put it on the highest gear, held the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator to start the engine.

For a moment, the sound of tires rubbing against the ground and the flames on the side of the track clamored to the sky and the earth.

The referee and the deputy referee looked at each other, stretched out their hands in the air to count down the three-two-one countdown, and when they raised their index fingers, the whistle immediately stopped, and the two cars beside them flew out like arrows.

Bian Yan was pressed against the back seat by the strong inertial force, the howling cold wind accompanied by the roar of the engine blasted the ear canal, the steering wheel in his hand was vibrating, and the jaws of the tiger were aching.

The base of the kart is low, even with 40 yards of horsepower, it feels like it has doubled when it is driven, and the world in the eyes of the speeding car begins to become blurred and smooth.

Ahead is the first big turn, Bianhe lowered the gear, turned the steering wheel with the accelerator slightly released, and an outside drift crossed the border and went straight to the next turn.

But Bianguan is not a vegetarian. He directly accelerates to overtake on the flat road near the turn, and then deviates at the turn to deliberately push the side to the rear of the car so that he does not give him the slightest chance to overtake at the bend.

The two cars were biting very tightly one after the other, and it was not clear until the third lap.

In addition to the two laps of the familiar track, Bian Yan has run four laps on the track.

Four laps are enough for him to memorize every turn and sprint yardage of every straight road in his mind, engraved in the strength of his hands.

Bian Yan knew that he had to end the race on this lap.

Bian Yan turned his wrist, and the wooden amulet struck the wrist bone, bringing reassurance and motivation in the bone quake. He puffed his chest again amidst the noise, and pressed the protective clothing against the small gold medal at the heart, between the skin and flesh. Make an indentation.

It's enough, even if Chi Shu isn't around, it's enough.

Bian Yan let out a sigh of relief, turned the steering wheel in the cold wind and drove towards the outer lane, but the Bian Guan in front seemed to see clearly his intention of trying to overtake in the corner, and immediately followed the side pressure and moved forward.

It's just that Bianguan guessed wrong this time. As soon as he was on the outside curve, Bianyan twisted his hand holding the steering wheel. Amidst the sharp friction sound, the front tires of the go-kart turned into the inner lane with sparks.

Bian Yan succeeded in overtaking the drift in the inner lane with the numbness of his hands, but this is not the time to relax. There are still eight curves and nine straight roads, and Bian Yan has to defend them one by one.

Seeing that Bian Yan overtook the car at the first corner, Bian Guan couldn't help it, but no matter how he tried next, he was crushed to death by Bian Yan using the same method.

Finally, the two drove to the last corner. The bonfire danced at the end of his eyes with the lights on the other side, and his tired heart was raised in his throat. He immediately shifted to full gear on the straight road, ready to drift directly outside and directly connect to the outside lane. sprint.

But just as he let go of the accelerator, a huge impact suddenly came from behind.

Bang.

The car at Bianguan was like a red bull hitting Bianyan's car and rushed out of the field. The huge impact smashed away the protective tires next to it, and the two cars bit one after the other and rushed straight in Next to the embankment grass.

Looking at the river surface with dark gold floating not far away, Bian Yan panicked, but he quickly calmed down, stepped on the brakes and shifted gears, he didn't look back, but calmly pulled away in the gust of wind. bring.

When Bian Guan said to look at the cause and effect, Bian Yan expected that there would be one, but he would no longer pull Bian Guan together with the thought of dying together as before.

Bian Yan wanted to end all of this, and to be alive again.

Bian Yan looked at the river embankment that was getting closer and closer, felt the gradually weakening power behind him, let go of the steering wheel in the vision blurred by the cold wind, turned over in a tense state and propped up the door to prepare to jump out of the car.

But just as Bian Yan's body was halfway out of the car door, there was a bigger impact from behind, and a new car crashed into it!

Bian Yan's pupils shrank, and in the next second, the feeling of weightlessness was like the tentacles of hell demons arresting him, dragging his ankles and pulling him off.

The cold wind whizzed by my ears, the world around me turned over in weightlessness, and amidst the tinnitus, a hoarse roar pierced through all the darkness.

"I hate it!"